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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 3:57 pm
Marcus smiled softly as Ami caved into the threats of socialization. Still it was only 14 minutes down. Yes, he was counting. Her look just earning a tap to his wrist. He’d watch the clock. There would be no early exits. Too bad she was kind of ruining it all what with the chiding and ear pulling. No Ami, bad Ami. Where was his water bottle.
Oh right, he didn’t one aside from threats to hover over her and make sure she went to bed.
“Hey guys.” Joining the group proper, he smirked at the free champagne line. “To be honest I’m here to uh… Commandeer some bottles.” A look to Leon. “She likes the red now and I’m blaming you for that.”
Lex and Otto just got a look of ‘You are all going to end up drunk tonight aren’t you?’
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:09 pm
OOC one day of work and this goes all to crazy so don't mind me if I ******** up anything
Rin was staring long and hard at the bitter drink in her cup. The roar of angry bickering washed over her unheeded. She nursed another sip... and another... and before she knew it time seemed to swim past and things seemed to settle back down.
Her gaze shot around the room in search of where people had gone. It was almost as if they teleported suddenly to different positions... but one was missing.
"Melvin?" she asked no one in particular before she walked, scanning the room more thoroughly in search of the man. It was quite some time before it dawned on her that he might no longer even be in the room; it was then she popped her head into the hallway. Just barely spotting him sitting with a bottle of whiskey as his only companion.
Rin sliiiid out the door and slunk up to him. Attempting to lean against the wall beside him. Not looking at him or what he was doing. Just swirling the small portion still in her cup while eyeing the pungent contents curiously.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:33 pm
"I'm working on it," Harrison said, and feeling chastised, took a very long drink.
"There," he grumbled, lowering the significantly more-emptied bottle, as the bustle increased. The Metallica album was on its last song. He went to look through the tapedecks he'd picked up from the library, which were mostly classic rock.
"...Any requests."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:36 pm
"Something with less screeching," Jordan said. He'd finished his drink and refilled it, and was feeling slightly, pleasantly hazy around the edges. Comfortable. Nobody was arguing right this instant, which meant that things were going well.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:43 pm
Rep had managed to catch one of his favourite songs on the Metallica album at the very least, he might not have been a huge fan of metal but he still knew his music somewhat. When it was done it was a relief though, he wasn't sure rock was what a group of hunters really needed to get into a party mood. He had no idea of alternatives though, they weren't high enough to appreciate good dance, and they didn't have enough sweet light effects.
He shrugged and shook his bottle upside down before literally throwing it aside. The clatter of glass made him almost jump out of his skin.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:46 pm
Madeline stared hard at Marcus, like she was appeasing a particularly fine piece of artwork, scrutinizing its value. "Commandeer." She repeated. "Are you sure you aren't a pirate because - " Here, Madeline rattled off a convoluted and probably irrelevant fact about the life of piracy with surprising attention to detail, though it derailed mid-sentence into, "I think I know a few sea-shanties, but if you're looking to properly commandeer a few bottles I wish you the best of luck because I have already commandeered the best."
Despite her level of tipsiness, there was no way to prove Madeline wrong. She had at many times, after all, displayed an extremely shady number of skills.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:59 pm
"You really aught to look into getting your own-" Jerry started, happy for some cheerful conversation when suddenly Madeline was dragged away. He sagged a bit. The band wasn't going to make any development if the potential members kept running away...
He smiled weakly at Lex, scratching at the back of his head, "Let's hope this one is better than last, right? Ahahaha. Always a good hope."
At least Otto was still at hand, and the Sun brightened up again, "I was just telling Madeline I found a possible pianist- I think her name was... Stormy? She was pretty good!"
He hesitated as suddenly the music stopped and Harrison called out, "How about some live music?" An arm went around Otto quickly. "You could try out your new bongos?" The sparkles were back, and Jerry smelled a bit like rum.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:13 pm
Wilson hadn’t been expecting a tipsy Mads, but it hardly surprised him. He could only quirk a brow at the sun trainee as she waltzed in. The hunter rolled his eyes while fighting back a smile as she pressed her lips to his forehead. “You are so wasted,” he murmured under his breath as he grinned and shook his head slowly. Why was it that he had a tendency to be good friends with these kinds of people? First Dakota, now Mads. Sigh.
He also committed Otto’s attempted smile to memory. That was probably the best smile he was going to get from the blonde. Period.
“Hey! I’m pretty decent at chess,” he protested, but quieted down to allow Mads have her fun. More like he was too amused to say anything else as he sipped his drink.
Wilson could barely here whatever else Mads was chattering on about as he turned his head toward the boombox. He would have kept his gaze moving, but something forced his eyes to linger. His eyes narrowed at Harrison while he continued to hold onto Gale. Lips twisted into a rare, deep frown as he suspiciously eyed the other moon hunter. What a peculiar man. What a detestable man, even. He blinked once, a brief flash of blue. Wilson turned his head away. It was just his mind playing tricks on him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:24 pm
"As long as the two of you are drinking in moderation. yes both of you." Leon stated dryly. Don't blame Cass for all the bottles you are taking. Either way, he gave the un-granite Marcus a nod and decided that he too should go back into the main room. It was even more full than before. So began the arduous task of sitting in the corner and see who was going to get plastered and needed help returning to their room. The real reason as to why he showed up. "Well, isn't this going to be fun."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:57 pm
"Sure. Go get it. We can crank up the ukelele music," Harrison said, leaning away from the tapedeck.
It fell under the category of less screechy, anyhow.
He tried not to give Jordan a look at calling Metallica screechy.
Behind him, he felt what was very distinctly a glare, like eyes boring into the back of his neck. He turned around. For a second, his and Wilson's eyes met, and he smiled wryly at him, before taking another draught and letting the bottle clink on the table. The light around Wilson was softer, somehow. And the glaring came off as a challenge, which Harrison didn't much cater to.
Where did he think he got off, strolling in here like he owned the place. Even after Wilson looked away, Harrison's eye followed him.
He growled to Rep, "p***k."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:00 pm
Rep looked startled, giving Harrison a rather wide-eyed look. "Who me? Listen I dropped the bottle."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:03 pm
"Not you," Harrison said, inclining the bottle's mouth slightly towards Wilson, as if that would make everything instantly and abundantly clear to Rep.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:06 pm
Melvin had the tip of the dead phone pressed to his brow, eyes clothes, cup held by his fingertips between his bent legs as he sat there, thinking. Well, trying to think. He might have fallen a bit asleep somewhere between all the drinking.
When he felt a presence near him, he looked over and jumped a bit at seeing Rin and dropped the phone between his legs. "Rin." Picking it up, he shoved it back into his pocket. "I was just....taking a breather. I'll be right in."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:07 pm
Rep tried to follow the gesture with his gaze, eyes settling on Wilson but seeing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with the death hunter who seemed to be just hanging around with his wee English mate. He wasn't sure what the other guy could have done to piss Harrison off so much but he didn't ask, he didn't need to, he just mentally shrugged but outwardly nodded.
"Aye. What did he dae?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:12 pm
"He," Harrison paused, and settled on, "...is ******** cocky." He was starting to feel a little more than buzzy. He contemplated the last dregs of his bottle moodily.
"...and B0nez doesn't like him either," he added, with a sulky slur.
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